Recruitment: A Dystopian Novel Novels & Stories

Bodies lay torn apart, their lower halves separated yet futilely dragging their broken forms through the dust, leaving trails of entrails behind. The chaos inspired others—ordinary residents who had never held a weapon—to join the slaughter, driven by pure, unfiltered rage at the invaders. But amid the destruction, the true depths of human depravity revealed themselves. Two of Arlin’s daughters, young recruits in the military, were captured, violated, and ultimately bound for a fate worse than death, to be sold into the shadows of the sex trade once the fires of battle had burned out. Evee, wearing revealing attire, was approached at the bar by a student.

“Why? And what exactly do you even have to explain because I don’t want to hear anything! You’re dead to me and you need to take me back!” “You think I wanted to show myself to you like this after all these years?” Her jaw tightens painfully. “You’re a grown woman now, Dahlia, so stay calm until I know it’s safe for you to go back because if DSS gets their hands on you, they won’t spare you.” “What’s DSS?” I ask despite myself, staring at her face again as if looking too long will somehow prove this is all a nightmare. “An organization I used to work for after I became a private contractor.”

The more he struggles, the better reward he thinks he's going to receive. It was already troublesome for him to be stranded in the middle of the world with newbies who didn't know the first thing about fantasy worlds. He has read a variety of novels about it, and he used to fantasize about what his life would be like if he were ever pulled into a parallel world. But the worst thing was that he either didn't get a cheat skill or hasn't discovered it yet. This is the reason why, while everyone worked from early morning on, he only roamed the outskirts of the settlement looking for beasts to fight or treasures to get stronger immediately.

he want to make sure. Hyomi was speechless. The world seemed to stop spinning. There is something odd about the message and she guessing the error. Hyomi let hyuk to read. From: 010xxx Hey, bitch! Are you proud to interview super megastars? Your life will not be happy. You will get a dark life! Stop fucking arround!

"It will, won't it?" The casual way she said it made my blood run cold. Like Rae's suffering was inevitable. Like it was already decided. "But Nocturne has always been progressive," she continued, moving back toward her desk. "Nocturne has always known when to bend the knee. Like with you." My mouth went dry. "I'm sorry, what?" She reached for my hand across the desk. Her fingers were cold, her grip firm. "I'm recruiting you because only you know what it's like to be born with a rank so low."

Watched jaws tighten. “They tested our borders. Our homes. Our patience.” Zino’s fist clenched. “They won’t do it again.” A murmur rippled through the room, not noise, not agreement, recognition. I turned slightly toward the recruits. “You,” I said, “are not here by accident. Antonioni doesn’t recruit accidental bodies. He recruits minds. And if you’re standing here, it means you passed something most people fail.” Nora’s mouth twitched. Pride, quickly buried.

More widespread than before. Public embarrassment made Mordaunt careful. Made him subtle. Made him indirect. No more public operations. No more obvious schemes. No more traceable connections. Just network of thralls. All owing him. All serving him. All trapped. Like me. I recruit because I have no choice. Mordaunt's blood owns me. His commands override conscience. His will is absolute. But I hate it. Hate myself. Hate every recruitment. Hate every victim I create. The newly turned wolf returns. Needing more venom. Craving it. Addicted after one dose.

~BRAKOON~ Every detail of what happened in Dystopia after the apocalypse, was stuck in my memory. I never remembered the part about who I was, my history or anything else apart from the War. I was at war with some soldiers, brutally slashing their throats and diving my swords to gut out their bellies, I killed about a hundreds of them in such cold blooded manner, but the soldiers kept coming… in countless numbers. They were a huge army with purple striped armour, trooping from every corners of the battlefield and circling me at the middle. More than half of the soldiers were the Erisian creatures. I watched people with the same color of armour as I, falling off from horses without their head

He didn’t even make it to the ninth word. We moved like a single thought. Drayan took his left; I took the right. Malrik moved like the wind that breaks glass. The men he brought down were quick, well-paid, and arrogant. They died with the irritation of someone who’d been interrupted during dinner. When it was over, I stood in the doorway of the recruiter’s house, rain spattered on my boots, breath clouding in the cold. I looked at the recruiter on the floor, mouth open, bleeding out slow. He looked like an animal that had been counted out.

Touch them, and I’ll gut your world so thoroughly you’ll beg to be erased. She hadn’t slept. Not since that message arrived. And yet, she couldn’t break. She wouldn’t. Her obsession with Bain had long crossed the lines of logic, morality, or even survival. She raised her phone and dialed. It rang once. “Talk,” came the low, gravel-rough voice of Darius. “Recruitment begins now,” she ordered. “I want them all. The underground—the real one. Mercenaries. Assassins. War dogs. I don’t care what they charge.”